For someone who routinely is up by 6 on the weekends, pulling him out of bed at 6:15 during the week is a true exercise in patience.
At the age of 4, he is responsible for getting dressed (clothes already put out), brushing his teeth and finding his shoes. Not all that taxing, but man is that kid ever pokey. He'll grow out if it by middle school ... right??
The other morning I catch him staring into space ... again.
"Hey bud, you need to get your schools on. What are you doing?"
"I am admiring your beauty mommy."
He's good, isn't he?
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